Personal Log: Entry no.781234

Our confessions to Scootaloo and Fluttershy went surprisingly well. I believe Scootaloo’s eavesdropping gave her the required amount of time to process the news. She seemed more than willing to help us in our endeavors. As I had predicted, Fluttershy also wished to help us, however, we could all tell her mind was focused more on finding a way to discover who the killer was, and to find the most painful and slow way to take her revenge.

Fire Reign has proven to be more valuable than I thought. She has updated me on the movements of the Princesses’ armies, and I have managed to evade discovery on countless occasions. My abilities have slowly begun to fail my disguise, even with the enhanced spell Trixie discovered. I fear the time has come for us to leave our lives behind. My appearance has changed too drastically for the excuse I’d planned to give Celestia to be valid.

I’ve shared this information with the others, and while they’ve fully agreed with me, I can tell it’s painful for them to abandon their livelihoods for the sake of survival. What’s worse, is that the inner circle of friends is breaking apart. Upon careful consideration, we’ve elected not to let the Apple family, nor Pinkie Pie in on the loop. Not only are they too innocent to be involved in our problems, but I later realised that they were, regrettably of no use to us.

Preparations for the move have taken place. Rainbow Dash has retired from her position at the Cloudsdale Weather Corp., Scootaloo has made the effort to leave the Crusaders without so much as an explanation which I am told has saddened Sweetie Belle even further. What surprised me the most was Fluttershy. She went so far as to abandon her animals, including her beloved Angel bunny. Not a tear was shed afterward from the often emotionally unstable Pegasus.

Tending to more recent matters, I’ve been sent a summons from Princess Luna. The matter seemed more urgent than last time. I am going there today to answer the summons and I am bringing Trixie and Rainbow Dash with me. Fluttershy and Scootaloo still had preparations to make before getting ready.

“Twilight, can you help me out here? This suitcase is heavier than one of Rarity’s travel packs.” Dash asked, struggling to lift my… that wasn’t a suitcase.

“Careful with that, Dash! There’s fragile equipment in there that if broken, could mix formulas together to create a powerful explosion.” I warned, moving away from my Diary to help Dash with the chest of scientific equipment. I decided to forgo the magic and use manual labour to help her out. Everypony’s things had been packed into a neat pile on a trolley. The trolley was facing the wall where a large runic hexagram had been drawn on in my favourite purple ink.

“That’s about it. Everypony’s packed and ready to go. Now run this by me again Twi?” Dash asked, staring at the hexagram on the wall.

“Alright, so that’s a one way portal and is only powerful enough for one use. Should my disguise fail during this summons, we can use it to send our things through as well as ourselves, and once it’s closed behind us, we won’t have to worry about them following us afterward. To make sure, I’ve set a trap on the exit point to damage the hexagram after ten seconds so the entry point can’t be copied.” I replied, using hoof gestures to help her understand where I was going with this. She seemed to understand enough.

“Okay, but what about Canterlot? I heard the Princesses put up a spell that prevents teleportation into and out of the castle. If were found out, how will we escape?” she asked. I cleared my throat and began bucking the air to hint at the response. She smiled a bit.

“Daring Do style, alright!” she seemed happy enough.

Trixie came into the Library with only a small case not big enough to fit Scootaloo. She tossed the small case on top of the pile and took a seat beside me.

“That’s all you’re bringing?” Dash teased.

“That’s all I have.” Trixie replied with coldness to her voice that shut Dash up, filling her with shame.

“Soon, all of this is what we three will have, together.” I said, drawing the two of them closer to me. They seemed to brighten up a little as they leaned comfortably into me.

“Princess Luna has organised for us to have the Private car with the tinted windows on the train. I plan on getting some sleep on the ride to Canterlot. You two will have to amuse yourselves or each other out of hearing range, please. I’m going to need all the strength I can muster for this disguise to seem even remotely believable.” I said. They both nodded and leaned away, allowing me to reinforce the camouflage. A purple aura seemed to get sucked into my body as it and I were surrounded by black lightning with a reddish glow around it. The magic seemed to collapse in on itself and my original form took hold, mostly.

With a heavy sigh, I nodded to the two of them. “Alright, let’s make tracks for the train. I want to get this over with as soon as possible. Things are moving faster than we are, and that disturbs me greatly.” I said.

“Right.”

“Right.”

They both said, following me side by side.

The Private car was luxurious and spacious with a fully accessible bar and facilities. It was nicer than our house, which was so sad. I wasted no time in removing my camouflage and proceeded to the most comfortable thing in that car. An actual bed lay before me, fully equipped with fresh sheets and heated blankets. I wriggled into the sheets and felt the warmth overtake me. It was so nice.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the car door. I was so relaxed, I forgot to veil my appearance before letting the guest in. To my surprise, Aloe and Lotus entered, looking as professional as ever.

“Good afternoon, Mizz Sparkle, Ve vere hired by Prinzess Luna Herself to cater to your needs on ze journey…”Lotus stopped as she noticed my shocked expression as well as my darkened features. Instinct drove me to quickly enter their minds.

“Ignore my features, I look no different than I usually do to you both.” I commanded. As I’d hoped, they both nodded like zombies for an instant.

“Yez ma’am.” they said in unison, dropping their glazed looks afterward. They began to address me as they would have were I my usual old self.

“How may ve service you today mizz Sparkle?’ they asked, again in unison. I wondered how far their services went regarding private sessions. I decided to explore the theory.

“I’ll take the full package, thank you, girls.” I replied. Aloe and Lotus both smiled and prepared themselves. Lotus positioned me on the bed in the way required for the beginning of the session. The warmth of the mattress felt nice against my body, and soon, the hooves popping my spine added to that heavenly feeling.

Aloe and Lotus both rubbed the small of my back and around my shoulders, stretching the bones and giving the joints the relief they so desperately cried out for. I was half asleep when I felt myself being carefully and professionally rolled over onto my back. With my new sensitive surface touching the warm mattress beneath me, I moaned in delight at the sensation. Two sets of hooves began pressing into the muscles on my torso, stretching the sore spots. It wasn’t long before I felt one pair of hooves working its way down my sides, while the other pair fondled my breasts. I felt great. All the stress began to disappear like dirt under a soapy shower.

The hooves trailing down my sides rested on my flanks, rubbing my cutie marks in circular motions. It was divine. Shortly afterward, I felt something familiar in texture and roughness, but different in shape. As it went into my nethers, I recognised the sensation of a tongue. I wondered who it was that was eating me out, but I couldn’t bring myself to open my eyes.

“Iz diz good, Mizz Sparkle?” one of them asked; Aloe, judging by the slightly older tone in her voice. I felt Lotus nip on my clitoris ever so gently, and I couldn’t form a response. All that came out was a high pitched moan.

“Ve will take zat as a yes, zen.” Aloe added. I didn’t really care about whether or not they got their answer, I wanted Lotus’ teeth around my clit, biting ever so slightly harder than before. I went so far as to transmit this idea into her mind and she complied. My legs reflexively wrapped around Lotus’ head, forcing her nose up against my sex.

“Lotus, I believe Mizz Sparkle vants ze Grand Finalé.” Aloe teased. I wondered what the buck the Grand Finalé was. Fortunately, I found out. I found myself French kissing Aloe’s sex while Lotus positioned her own to connect with mine. While Lotus rubbed her marehood against mine, I could hear them making out. One of them, I was sure was Aloe had both her hooves pressed against my breasts, massaging them as she moved back and forth along my face, rubbing herself against me. I hated the name of this position; it implied it would end. Fortunately, it ended with an explosion from all three of us. I felt myself releasing my juices into Lotus’s vagina and she reciprocated. Aloe came in my mouth, filling it in a matter of seconds. I was forced to swallow some of it so as not to let any go to waste.

There was a moment’s pause as I felt Aloe turn around and open my mouth with hers. I thought ahead and forced the remaining cum in my mouth, into hers. We exchanged her cum as well as our saliva by then, She’d left we with half of what remained, and I ended up giving Lotus the rest. She swallowed without hesitation. Afterwards, I managed to stay awake long enough to see Aloe literally drinking Lotus’ and my combined cum from her vagina. It was such a hot sight. I fell asleep as I began to feel the same thing happening to me.

I woke up to Trixie gently shaking me awake. She began to say something, but it came out muffled as I was too tired to acknowledge what she said. It took me a good long moment to realise that she said we’d arrived. With a sigh, I got up off of the bed, just then noticing Aloe and Lotus were still there with me, sound asleep. I smiled at them both as I placed my disguise on. It was relatively easier than before. I began to understand that there was a correlation between Necromancy and Sex. Things always seemed easier after sex. I’d have to test the limits of extortion relating to the matter later onwards. Perhaps Fire Reign would prove useful in that regard.

As we made our way off of the train, we spotted a pair of Royal Night Guards. As they made eye contact with us, they nodded their heads in unison. They were here for us. We approached them casually, and I realised that they were two that I’d managed to take over on my last trip.

“Do you know why the Princess has summoned me?” I asked them. Unfortunately, neither one knew. This didn’t bode well. The guards led me to a carriage which rode off the instant we stepped inside. Taking a seat, I began to fear that all of this was a prelude to imprisonment, that Luna had already figured out about me and was luring me into a false sense of security, like I believed Celestia had been doing the last time. I didn’t want to express these concerns with the others, lest they try to force our escape before we found out the truth. I kept up the façade for their sakes; all the while worrying that at the end of this carriage ride was a magically sealed jail cell with my name on it.

My worries were laid to rest as we three were led to the chambers of Princess Luna, where we met the princess herself. Over the weeks her presence had become somewhat diminished due to the regularity with which I saw her. It was then that I understood why Nobility had difficulty discerning the boundaries of their rights.

“Princess Luna, you summoned us?” I asked, addressing my presence to her. Luna looked up with a less than relaxed expression. She looked like she’d remained awake during the day, which given her acclimation towards the night made it more than difficult for her.

“Twilight Sparkle, thank my sister you’ve come. I have a matter of great urgency I must discuss with you.” she said. She abandoned all formality and ran towards us, meeting us half way. She slid to a halt before me and held me in an embrace.

“Princess?” I asked, concerned about her approach. Luna detached herself from me after another moment. Her eyes were bloodshot, making me think she’d spent more than one day awake. Whatever was troubling her had been doing so for at least a week.

“Twilight, I fear something far worse than the killer is roaming around Equestria.” she began.

“Worse? How is that possible?” I asked, showing my worry to her. Luna’s ears drooped in sadness and her eyes showed a slither of guilt.

“I don’t know how it happened, but I fear something from the past has surfaced to the present day. Back when I first began turning from my sister as Nightmare Moon, I created a type of magic that got out of hoof and went beyond my control. The ponies loyal to me became my army by default, but were ultimately consumed by the darkness of which the magic originated. It was originally meant to be the last resort against Discord, should the Elements of Harmony fail and…” she paused for a moment, her stress showing in her laboured breathing. I approached her and pulled her into an embrace, trying to calm her down.

“This magic is stronger than the Elements of Harmony?” I asked. Luna nodded, a tear coming to her eye.

“I thought I’d collected all the remnants of that magic and sealed it away in the vault, including advanced tomes.” she said, clearly thinking out loud.

“What is this magic called, Princess?” I asked. Luna sniffed and looked up at me as if placing the fate of Equestria in my hooves.

“It’s called Necromancy,” she replied. I froze up, rearing my head back from her. “It’s a dark and powerful magic meant to resurrect and control the dead. It was how I’d planned on conquering my sister all those years ago. As soon as you brought me back, I asked Celestia for aid in finding all the Necromancy tomes so no more Necromancers could be made, but I fear there is one out there somewhere. I can feel it. Unfortunately, I can’t tell where they are, just that they’re in Equestria.” she began to blubber as she revealed what she considered her greatest shame. What got my attention the most was the fact that there were tomes on Necromancy. So it wasn’t a new magic at all, but an old one, one that predicated Nightmare Moon herself. More importantly, there was text on the subject. Advanced text that would boost my research beyond its current level.

“Princess. In order to combat this Necromancer threat, and perhaps the killer as well, I think it would be prudent for me to examine the tomes and maybe create a form of magic that could dispel Necromancy altogether.” I said, showing my determination through my body language. Luna looked at me for a moment and seemed to consider the proposal. Reluctantly, she nodded.

“Very well,” she said. “They’re in the vault. Take this key,” she teleported a key from a secret location to me and let it fall into my hoof. “That will let the Guards know you have access, and will also let you into the vault itself. The tomes are inside a treasure chest at the far end of the vault with the word ‘Dangerous’ stamped across the front.” she finished. I nodded to her and then looked to Trixie, levitating the key over to her.

“Did you get all that?” I asked. Trixie nodded, taking the key and slung it around her neck. “Then I’ll leave you to get the tomes. Dash, you go too. I’ll remain with Princess Luna and do what I can to reassure her that everything is going to go according to plan.” I ordered. Trixie nodded and Dash saluted. Almost immediately, the two were gone. I smiled at them as things seemed to be looking up. It was time; I just had to wait a little longer for them to get the tomes and we could finally break free of our disguises.

“Princess, I know you’re worried, and I can tell that this Necromancy business is troubling for you. You feel ashamed that such a magic could exist, right?” I asked. Luna nodded, resting her head against me. I stroked her face with my hoof and licked the tip of her horn, eliciting a pleasurable gasp from her.

“It’s alright. You shouldn’t continue to be blamed for the past. Celestia forgave you, and that’s all that should matter. Besides… knowing what you did doesn’t change my view of you in the slightest.” I said, bringing her chin up to look at me. I then planted a kiss on her lips, slithering my tongue past her teeth to touch hers. I watched as she closed her eyes, wanting to rest in the passion I was sure to give her. This was my plan; a parting gift to the one who gave me the power I needed to destroy the mass murderer, the one who had killed Rarity, and unbeknownst to most of the others, Rainbow Dash as well.

I leaned forward, rolling Luna onto her back. She wanted this more than anything. Wanting to stall for time as much as I could, I deliberately let the romance stretch out for at least five minutes before I moved on to more intimate areas. It was just as I was about to begin digging into Luna’s marehood when we were interrupted by somepony I really didn’t like.

That blonde bastard with the superiority complex waltzed in like a magnificent poof and addressed Luna, completely ignoring the position she was in.

“Auntie! One of the subjects was talking about me behind my back. I want him executed!” Prince Blueblood cried. They say ‘Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me’. They’d obviously never met the Prince when that saying came into fruition. Luna tried to straighten herself up, but being robbed of something she felt she really needed right then and there took a toll on how well she could fix herself up.

“Were these things they said bad things?” Luna asked.

Blueblood shook his head. “No, but it doesn’t matter. It’s the principle that counts, the fact that they spoke about me behind my back. I won’t stand for it. I ordered their execution, but the guards said they required your consent. So I want you to give it to them.” he replied. Luna and I both hung our heads in annoyance, groaning our displeasure at the extremely meaningless interruption.

“We got the tomes.” I heard Trixie call in my head. This caused me to smile; now it was time.

“You know what your problem is, Prince? You’re spoiled.” I said. Blueblood looked at me as if only just then noticing I was in the room.

“What are you doing here, Miss Sparkle? And what do you mean by that accusation?” he asked casually. I grinned at him. I’d wanted to address him like this for a long time.

“Well, Princess Luna here summoned me for a meeting that was supposed to be off the record. However, that’s escalated into something much more interesting. As for what I was doing before you came in here, I was just about to fuck her so silly, she wouldn’t know up from down.” I saw Luna blush out of the corner of my eye at that. “Secondly, that’s not an accusation, it’s observation. You’re a spoiled little brat who wasn’t reprimanded, because those who should have been authorised to do so hesitated out of fear of repercussions.” I couldn’t help but giggle as he lost his temper with me.

“How dare you?! Auntie, I want this mare executed. Or send her to the moon or something!” he demanded. Luna sat upright and hesitated to do so.

“I’m afraid your days of ordering ponies around are over, Blueblood.” I said. Without the use of my horn, I threw my hoof towards the door and Blueblood followed almost instantly afterward, slamming against it, all four hooves spread apart.

“Twilight?!” Luna cried, unsure what to make of the sudden change in authority. I ignored her and approached Blueblood who was struggling to break free of my invisible hold.

“You know. I had some friends during my youth. Not friends like the ones I have now, but ponies I bothered to give the time of day to acknowledge, much the same way as you. I heard from them all that you’d punished them for doing the smallest of things; from giggling in your general direction, to accidentally farting out of nervousness.” I raised a hoof and threw it across his face, creating a bruise on that supposedly perfect face. I didn’t see the appeal.

“Twilight!” Luna protested. I used the magic from my horn to paralyse her and cut off her magic.

“Sorry, Princess, but this has to be done. There’s no room for dictators in this day and age. Fair and honest is the way of Equestria, but it’s not his way.” I said, turning to Luna. I gave her one last passionate kiss before returning to Blueblood.

“Those friends of mine really didn’t like you. They confided in me because supposedly, I had immunity from you as Celestia’s personal student. I don’t know if that’s true or not, but right now, it doesn’t matter. What does matter though, is how I’m going to bring justice to you for those you’ve hurt.”

“Auntie, please stop her. I don’t like this, stop her!” Blueblood tried to say, but as he finished that last word, I wrapped his tongue in my magical aura, as well as the only proof that he was in fact a stallion and not just a very butch and bitchy mare.

“Which should I rip out; your tongue… or your balls? You know, it’s surprising to see that you actually have anything resembling balls, given the fact that you never seem to have any use for them. You’re not exactly the tactile type, are you?” I asked. Blueblood whimpered in fear at his eventual demise.

“You know, I think tongue would be best. Since neutering you won’t really change you that much, not even an octave; whereas ripping out your tongue would put an end to your piddley-assed excuses for execution orders.” I decided.

“Twilight, please, don’t do this.” Luna said from behind me. I scoffed at her.

“I’m sorry, Princess. But if I recall, this was the norm back when you first ruled with Celestia. Anypony who spoke out of order would have their tongue ripped out. I don’t know about you, but I’m just making history, no pun intended.” I replied. I threw my head back and an ear-splitting shriek came from Blueblood as his tongue was literally torn apart from his mouth. It shot out of him like an arrow, stopping a few feet from him. I wanted him to see what had happened. I learned from many fictitious novels that seeing the results of torture often built more fear and horror in the eyes of the victim.

Blueblood’s face was dripping blood, some of it falling onto his chest and trailing down his body. His cries were gargled and incoherent words were attempted, but ultimately failed. In the end, he ended up wailing.

“Ah, music to my ears.” I turned to Luna. “I feel better after that interruption.” I smiled at Luna who’s face wore shock and horror like a mask perfectly sculpted to it.

“Twilight, what did you do? Why?!” she cried, tears falling from her face in streams. I giggled at her questions.

“Well, I think I explained to him why, and it’s obvious what I did. I’m sorry this upsets you so much, Luna. But other than that, I have no regrets.” I went in to kiss her again, but she tore her face away, growling her disapproval at me in the process. I just chuckled at her response.

“Well, I’d best be off; got a killer to hunt down.” I said, letting Bluebood fall from the wall. He remained where he was, shaking his hooves around his face, as if contemplating whether or not to touch his blood stained face. With his tongue still in the air, I let it fall before him.

“You’re kind of lucky, you know? You should be dead from the blood loss, but notice how there’s only enough blood to make you look like you’ve had a few too many cherry tomatoes. That’s my handy work. Your tongue, or what’s left of it should close up within the next five minutes. Good luck ordering executions now.” I said to him. Opening the door, I took a step out before pausing and turning back, looking Luna in the eye.

“Oh and one more thing,” I could see the anger in her eyes. If I were to get caught, I would not survive long enough to go to trial. “I’m the Necromancer.” As the door closed behind me, I caught a glimpse of Luna’s anger turn to absolute shock and sadness as the events played out in her head. Perhaps I would get away with severing Blueblood’s tongue if they believed it was due to the corruption of Necromancy. I heard the Princess scream in frustration behind closed doors. The windows along the hallway shone the moon’s light on me, and as I entered one of the shadows and emerged into the moonlight again, I had discarded my disguise and I appeared as I was now. Almost blackened with a blood red streak through my mane and red bloodshot eyes.

“It’s time. Head for the secret base.” I commanded Trixie.

“Yes, Twilight.” she replied in my mind. I grinned at the moon as I passed by another window.

“Time’s up.”

Author's Note

I thought I'd give you all a present for being such good and loyal readers. The gift is Blueblood's suffering. I'd originally planned to just have Twilight fuck Luna senseless while Trixie and Dash got the tomes, but that seemed a little... dull, despite the eroticism. So I figured, torture and narrowly missed castration/neutering of Blueblood would make for a nice and decent change.

So Twilight's going off the deep end. We've had Rainbow Factory where RD is a psychotic filly-failure murderer, Pinkamena as a scary cupcake mare who appears to have been brainwashed by that scene from Sweeney Todd, turning ponies into Cupcakes. And now we have a Necromancer Twilight who has taken a liking to messing with ponies minds as she tortures them, regardless of Gender, and has built a harem for her own personal pleasure and the pleasures of those within the harem, like a sex club. Hooves up who thinks I'm the king of Sexy Twilight Horror (don't say that I'm not, I don't want to hear that, but if you think I am, then by all means, share)?

On a sidenote. I'm closing off the OC competition because I've found the perfect OC. Sweetapplejacker's 'Midnight Breeze' is the winner because the character fits my style of writing. If you wanna know why, it's because Midnight is basically a fusion of Twilight and Pinkie in the sense that she has dual personality and uses astrology tools for opposing reasons and is a Pegasus. So thanks for your contributions, and better luck next time.